( truth or not, clarke is... rather skeptical of the proffered explanation. the teeth sucking, gaze narrowing as if to pierce through any potential layers of bullshit with the sheer force of will sort of skeptical, at least before realizing that it was pointless. they'd all supposedly been endowed with a ranging selection of superhuman powers upon their arrival here, and although clarke has yet to discover her own, it suddenly isn't quite so much of a leap to imagine worlds in the far off distance where such people existed before their untimely inclusion in the nest.
the weight of disbelief lessens slightly, through a haze of wary caution remains. mild clarification might be necessary before she runs off accusing yet another virtual stranger of being a sociopath. )
As in you don't show any, or don't feel anything?
( in a way, maybe that would be preferable. the comforting shock blanket of ambivalence instead of the suffocating quilt of loss and pain that currently stretched across the camp; centered on this poor excuse for a party and poorer excuse for a burial rite. )
no subject
the weight of disbelief lessens slightly, through a haze of wary caution remains. mild clarification might be necessary before she runs off accusing yet another virtual stranger of being a sociopath. )
As in you don't show any, or don't feel anything?
( in a way, maybe that would be preferable. the comforting shock blanket of ambivalence instead of the suffocating quilt of loss and pain that currently stretched across the camp; centered on this poor excuse for a party and poorer excuse for a burial rite. )